Chapter 2

It had been two weeks since my tryst with Rob. Everything seemed to be going well. The family was into their normal routines. I had been bragging and getting advice as well as congratulatory comments and emails for taking my first steps into same-sex relations.

Currently, I am sitting in my hot tub relaxing, listening to my moldy oldies playlist. I may be one of a shrinking group of people who still listen to ELO, REO Speedwagon, Queen, TOTO, and a host of bands from a bygone century. But I liked it. It calmed me and soothed my soul.

The Eagles were in the middle of telling me to take it easy when they were interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked over. It was Barbara, Rob’s wife calling. “I swiped right and answered. “Hey Barb!” I said cheerfully. “What’s up?”

“Hank?” she asked. “Are you home?” Of course, I was. Well, she had no way of knowing, I guess.

“Yeah Barb, I’m in the hot tub out back,” I stated, hoping that would ease the tension in her voice.

“Can I come in?” she asked. We had an agreement. I don’t barge into the big house without telling someone, and they extend the same courtesy to me. Yeah, we agreed on that after Rob walked in on me. Not that I was that upset, but I couldn’t have Patrick or Barb walk in and catch me in the same position.

“Yeah hun,” I said cordially, “Come on back, the door is unlocked,” she thanked me and hung up. A moment later I heard the front door open and close. Then the slider opened and Barb walked onto the patio up to the hot tub and sat on the edge.

“Hank, I...” she stopped short and slapped my shoulder. “You could have told me you were naked!” she growled at me. “Dirty Old Man!”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said, nonchalantly. “Or will you tell me that Patrick was an immaculate conception?”

“Piss-Off!” she scolded me. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Well that sounded ominous. It couldn’t be good news. “I’m worried about Rob,” she admitted, and I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

“Really?” I inquired. “What do you think is wrong with Rob?” I sat up straight and turned toward her. “Is he having trouble at work?” I waited a beat, then. “Did he get hurt on the job?” Barb waved me off, dismissing what I’d just asked.

“Nothing like that,” she assured me. “But he hasn’t been himself lately,” she said.

“Oh?” I reached for my six-pack and offered her a beer. She took it and popped it open. “How exactly is he not himself lately?” It was partially sarcastic, but she didn’t notice.

“He hasn’t, well...” she trailed off and became contemplative. “He hasn’t been intimate in the way he used to be,” she sighed. It’s frustrating. But when I ask him he just looks at me like I’m nuts,” She took a long drag from the can and sighed. “So what?” I asked, “He is lacking in bedroom etiquette?” I drained my can and reached for another. “Or has his performance become sub-standard or something?” I asked with a chuckle.

“No!” Barb yelped. “Sorry ... no, it’s just he won’t...” Her brow creased and she looked perplexed. “Oh, Dammit Hank! He won’t fuck me in the ass anymore!” Both my brows shot up and I stared at her with a mix of sympathy and amusement on my face.

“Why Barbara Ellen, since when have you been such a bad girl?” I didn’t try to hide the grin on my face. I affected a mock southern accent, “What DOES the good book tell us about Sodomy?”

Barbara grimaced. “Hank, knock it off!” she crossed her arms under her breasts. Which by the way were impressive in and of themselves. Hey, I’m not gay. “I’m trying to be serious. It’s embarrassing to talk about with others, but you’re close with him.”

“Ok Barb,” I said, placing a hand on the knee she had propped up on the edge of the tub. “He’s my son, so of course we’re close,” I sighed and rubbed her knee. “But you’re close to him as well,” I smiled. “You trust him right?” I asked, and she nodded her head.

“Good!” I snapped. “And he trusts me. So you can trust me as well.” I gave her my best endearing smile, “You can talk to me about anything, no need to be worried,” she sighed this time and I handed over another beer. “Hold on a minute,” I told her and picked up my cell phone.

I dialed Rob up. “Hey Buddy,” I said intentionally. “You busy? Got a minute or two?” when he answered in the affirmative, I put the phone on speaker and set it down.

“What’s up Dad?” he asked. And I told him that Barb had come back to talk to me. “Are you naked?” he asked and I assured him I was. I have a no clothes in the hot tub policy. “Pervert! Anyway, what’s up?” Barbara piped up then and took over the conversation.

“I wanted to talk to Dad because you were being so quiet about...” she paused again. “About, you know,” Rob cleared his throat and then answered.

“You told him already, haven’t you?” when Barb told him she had, he just sighed. “I can’t get into this right now, but we can talk when I get home,” Then he directed his comments to me. “Dad...” he said solemnly. “Go ahead and tell her. I knew this would come up eventually. Just don’t be rude about it.”

“You got it Rob...” I said. Then added “You know I don’t allow clothes in my hot tub, right?

“You’re a Dirty Old Man Dad!” he scolded. “Look! But don’t touch!” he shouted then hung up.

Barb looked nonplussed and was staring at me with a mix of confusion and expectation on her face. “You heard the Ol’Man,” I said, then pointed to my custom sign made of carved wood and had a silhouette of a naked woman and naked man on the top left and right of the frame.

“Clothing Prohibited in the Hot Tub. Your Clothes are not as colorfast as you think!”

Barbara gave me a suspicious look, so I decided to tease her. “You’ve seen mine, now show me yours,” I said with a wicked grin. She sighed and stripped. Truthfully I hadn’t seen her nude before and damned if I didn’t almost pop a boner at the sight of her. Barb was a real beauty. Almost five foot nine flat-footed. Her chestnut hair was up in a ponytail and her bare shoulders were exposed, highlighting a long shapely neck. She was curvy. Not much lean muscle but still beautiful. She had large beasts with large dark nipples and areolas. Her waist was slim and her hips wide. She had a seriously sexy Mom Bod. I had envy Rob and Patrick for being able to suck on those breasts.

Barb got in and sat across from me. Her breasts floated above the water line. She grinned at the fact that I’d checked her out so thoroughly. “So what did Rob want you to tell me?” she asked point blank. I guess it wasn’t going to go down easy, so I just leaped in.

“There isn’t any easy way to put this,” I said bluntly. Barb stiffened and her expression became hard. “Rob had sex with another man,” It felt like I’d slapped her. But to my surprise, her expression softened and she relaxed.

“Is that all?” she asked. “Well, good for him. I expected that he might hit up another woman,” she giggled loudly. “But Damn! He took to having sex with another man?” She seemed more amused than hurt or upset. I just nodded. “Anyone we know? Did he tell you? I’m glad he confided in you about it.”

I gazed levelly at her for a few minutes. Then put my arms up over the edge of the tub and relaxed. “Yeah,” I said flatly. “Someone you know,” Barb looked at me expectantly for a few moments. Then a look of understanding crossed her face. Then Amusement.

“Hank!” she shouted. “You perverted old devil...” her smile turned quizzical for a moment. “How long have you been gay? She asked.

“I’m not,” I said. “I think I’m more Bisexual than gay.” she thought this over for a few minutes, then.

“Sooo...” she trailed off then splashed as she crossed her legs and covered her tits. “You mean?”

“Easy Barb,” I said, smiling back at her. “It’s not like I’m gonna rape you or anything,” I sighed and reached for two more beers. “I admit, I find you seriously attractive,” I handed her one of the beers. “But you’re my son’s wife,” Then, what Rob had said hit her.

“That’s what he meant by Look but don’t Touch?” I nodded. “I mean, you’re a good-looking guy for your age and all...” her words faded as she took a long drink of beer. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked suspiciously.

“Not in the least,” I said. “I get it, you aren’t into old men or the whole incestuous thing,”

Barb shook her head. “That’s not it at all,” she replied in a slightly panicked tone. “It’s just well, complicated.” I lifted my hands in a gesture to ask her to go on. “Well, there’s someone else to consider.” For a minute I thought she was going to bring Patrick into this and I had to question that decision.

“I told Rob he could find someone to play with because...” I was near panic wondering how she would finish that. “I’m seeing this cute Asian gal at my firm,” My sudden burst of laughter startled her. She shrank back against the wall of the tub and shivered.

“Good Lord!” I cried out. “My beautiful Daughter-in-Law is a carpet muncher,” She suddenly looked offended.

“Hey!” She was on her feet and glaring at me with righteous indignation. “That’s hurtful!”

I raised my hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean it in a bad way dear,” I had to admit, with her body soaking wet and dripping she looked amazing. This was the first time since my Wife passed that I’d gotten aroused by a woman. Maybe my tryst with Rob had opened up more than one avenue.

She stood there huffing and puffing as I stared up at her with a smile. She slowly got hold of herself and her gaze became questioning. “What?” she asked. “I’m not a lesbian,” she offered, “I just...” her voice trailed off as she looked at me. For a moment she looked angry again, and then she smiled.

Barb affected a superhero-style pose. Fists on her hips and legs spread shoulder width apart. That was when I realized she’d seen my erection under the water. “So sue me Barb,” I said evenly. “It’s been a while and I have to admit, you are gorgeous like that.”

She stepped over to me and bent close to my face. Her tits were hanging inches from my mouth. She reached down and grabbed my stiff cock. “Damn Hank,” she said with an appreciative whistle. “Maybe I will ask Rob to let you join us.”

“Aren’t you moving a little fast?” I asked her. She shook her head and pointed out that Rob had moved pretty fast on me. I had to admit, he did give in rather quickly and didn’t seem as opposed to sex with a man, much less his father than I thought he would be.

“I want details Hank,” she said as she released me and sat back down. This time she sat next to me and leaned on my shoulder. “Start with how he approached you,” I cocked an eyebrow and launched into the sordid details, beginning with how he caught me jacking off to gay porn.

I noticed that Barb had begun masturbating when I got to the part about Rob tonguing my ass. By the time I mentioned that he shoved his cock into me, she was furiously finger fucking herself. I had a feeling I was going to have to clean the tub if the filters didn’t do a good enough job.

“So, after having a release like that, my walls must have all comedown and I seem to get excited by women again,” I thought for a moment then, “Or maybe I’m just attracted to you because Rob’s cock has been inside of you,” We both got a laugh from that.

“Hank, you’re a dirty old pervert,” she reiterated. Then she was in front of me. “Up!” she ordered. “Plant your ass on the ledge,” So I did, and my hard, wet cock came into full view. The smile on her face told me all I needed to know. She spread my legs and moved between them.

“Keep this to yourself for now, Hank,” she ordered. “I’m gonna relieve you, but there are things I want to talk over with Rob,” She moved closer and kissed my balls, then ran small kisses up the length of my shaft. I shivered at the touch of her lips. “I’ve decided I want you inside me, Hank.”

That revelation gave me pause. “But it isn’t all for me,” She grinned up at me now with a feral grin. “I want to feel you inside me while Rob fucks your ass. I have to see this for myself,” Then she dropped her head and her mouth engulfed my cock. It was my first blowjob from a woman in years. That night I was invited to a big family dinner in the front house. Barbara just thought it would be nice for us all to eat together for a change. She ordered massive amounts of Chinese food. There would probably be leftovers for days afterward.